17 Lyrics

(Global)

(Global Music Syndicate)

Niggas used to hate on me

Now they envy me

I got they're shorty dating me

I'm the MVP, I drop bags on enemies

Them boys try to end me, nigga

I was only seventeen

Now I'm the man, custom glock in my hand

Customs check on the way to Japan

AMG pick me up when I land

Did it for me, you did it for the brand

It don't take much to see these niggas dated and bland

I crossed the line last time, let me do it again

100k right where I stand

Nigga, this just what I planned (Global)

Niggas hated for so long, now they fans

Lex Cartier in the Ghost and you ride in a van

Lex in a Lex' and it's too outta hand

Just check my numbers, and then we'll talk about what you said

He keep it sick and a drum like he play for a motherfuckin' band

I give these niggas a classic instead of a chance

.223, make 'em dance

Put these bitches in a trance

Hella money in the duffle, oh damn

Teletubby how the watch come in different colors,

And I got that shit flooded, no dam

I'm fuckin' different bitches and I'm poppin' prescriptions

That's just the position I'm in

(It's just the position I'm in)

(This lifestyle don't bring friends)

(It just brings the bands and bitches, out in LA in them Benz's, ah)

Yeah, Mama told me I was gifted

So I woke up everyday with a dream workin,

Trying to relive it, don't give a fuck how you twist it

I already said I fuck different bitches

Got the money comin' from my intuition

Got a different vision, make a decision nigga

Fuck rap, read the description

(And it ain't much to say about it)

(Lex Cartier, he on top of the mountain, for anyone doubtin')

Just check who I'm with and then go work around it

When they turn they back on me,

I had a bitch who was way too attached to me

All these niggas created by the industry

You a product, nigga, came out the factory, uh

(I'm on)

And I'm on

I'm on top of the shit and you say "Top of the Morning" uh

Lex Cartier in that all black

Y'all cap, take you to school, nigga, fall back, oh yeah

I'm in the motherfuckin' range on niggas

Throw up the money it rains on bitches

Oh, I could never fall off

I'm gettin' money, it's just the aesthetic

Hit you with the sawed-off, yeah

Niggas used to hate on me

Now they envy me

I got they're shawty dating me

I'm the MVP, I drop bags on enemies

Them boys try to end me, nigga

I was only seventeen

I was only seventeen

(Seventeen)